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im content, my brain has finally shut itself down, im pretty much dead now, im like a walking corpse. it seems like all i ever think about is how much i love you... heres a poem for my fanatic veiwer(s) and this poem is not about my crazy friend shes insane, cutting herself and shit because i wont go out with her, yeah this is about someone else.
dear suicide-
----"are you mad at the world? or just mad at life?"
I cryed to the girl, who was holding a knife.
-you thought you'd only done self harm,
but the deepest cut wasnt on your arm.
It was into the chest,
and strait through the heart
of the ones you loved-
dear suicide-
----"are you mad at the world? or just mad at life?"
I cryed to the girl, who was holding a knife.
-you thought you'd only done self harm,
but the deepest cut wasnt on your arm.
It was into the chest,
and strait through the heart
of the ones you loved-